Frankenstein: I always forget how good it is, and every time I reread it I am pleasantly surprised.

Mathilda: This novella is fantastic, but perhaps I appreciate it for the wrong reasons. It is an overwrought incest story. A sample (admittedly one of the most melodramatic):
" He must know that if I believed that his intention was merely to absent himself from me that instead of opposing him it would be that with which I should myself require-- or if he thought that any lurking feeling, yet he could not think that, should lead me to him it would endeavour to overthrow the only hope he could have of ever seeing me again; a lover, there was madness in the thought, yet he was my lover, would not act thus."

I think the quote above illustrates that while I can't, in sincerity, describe Mathilda as a good book, it is certainly interesting.